I don't know how long it took for Xuanyi to be freed from the deep pain, and he opened his eyes tiredly, and there was a dark space of nothingness in front of him.

"The soul repair is complete, and the cost of divine power is 300 points!" A message appeared.

Before Xuanyi could react, another message followed.

"The second body has been detected to be badly damaged and unable to merge into the main soul normally, and the soul will be forced to return to the main body after ten seconds! 9。。。 ”

There was a slight flower in front of him, and the body of Xuanyi returned to Yongchang City, thousands of miles away. When I opened my eyes, the room was furnished as before, and the incense on the mahogany square table still emitted curling green smoke, but the left incense ash had accumulated a thick layer.

Xuanyi cleared his throat, shook off the dust from his robe, got up and walked off the bed.

An inquiring voice immediately came from outside the door: "Brother Xuan?"

"Well, it's me. Xuanyi arrived, and then pushed the door open.

A figure stood up on the steps outside the door, and Ji Ling spit out the unknown weed in his mouth and greeted him: "Brother Xuan, you can be regarded as out of the customs, and the guests who have asked to see you for more than two months have almost broken through the threshold." ”

He ran to the side room and came back with a stack of prayer posts, and said with a "grudge": "Just the worship posts are almost more than one person tall." ”

Seeing this, Xuan Yi smiled and said: "This retreat has been very rewarding, and if I want to break through the threshold of the grandmaster, it will be in these few days, and I will retreat for a while after a little rest." ”

He was concerned about the safety of the second body, and did not want the body to be delayed due to mundane matters.

"Huh?" Ji Ling's face was stunned: "Do you want to retreat again?"

"What's wrong?" Xuanyi saw that his face was different.

"Uh... Brother Xuan... Ji Ling scratched his head: "Most of these greetings were sent by wealthy merchants and gentry in the city, so it's okay to ignore them for the time being... “

"It's just that one of the letters of worship was sent by the county lord in his private name, and the younger brother agreed to her... Ji Ling was a little embarrassed, so she accepted her property.

"County Lord?" Xuan Yi's quirky and cute appearance flashed in his mind: "What did Shu Mei say to me privately?"

"The county lord roughly said that it seems that many young foreign masters have come to Yongchang to exchange during this time, and I want to invite you to participate in the competition. “

"Gentile exchanges?" Xuan Yi shook her head: "You just reply to her, I have something important to do, and it is inconvenient to participate." He has little interest in this kind of showy competition at the moment.

"Okay... Let's go!" Ji Ling arched his hand and turned around to leave.

The sound of horses' hooves suddenly sounded on the street outside the gate, and the knight on horseback shouted: "The warriors of the Vortex Kingdom have won eight games in a row!

"Wait!" Xuanyi stopped Ji Ling and asked, "Where are you competing and communicating with foreign countries?"

"White Tiger Schoolyard!"

"I'll take a look!" Xuan Yi clenched his fists, and his bones made a series of explosions, and he would be extremely happy if he could "have a good exchange" with the warrior of the Vortex Country.

Yongchang White Tiger School Yard is full of people, this was originally the Yongchang City Praetorian Guard used for daily drills, and later the establishment of the Praetorian Guard was revoked, and this wide school field was abandoned.

A ring forty or fifty meters wide was set up in the middle of the school field, and various flags were planted around the ring.

The stands on one side were full of onlookers, and there were a few exclamations and applause from the crowd from time to time.

At this time, there happened to be two men in the ring, one was dressed in ordinary martial arts costumes, and the other was shirtless. The movement of the two men was extremely loud, and the sound of heavy weapons was endless.

Xuanyi quietly observed for a while, although the martial artist of the Martial Dynasty had more powerful moves, his internal strength was obviously not as deep as that of the shirtless man, and he had already shown defeat after dozens of rounds.

"Let me go down!" The ghost head knife in the hand of the shirtless man slashed several times, and the martial artist of the Wu Dynasty struggled to resist for a while, and the empty door in his chest was wide open, and the big man seized the opportunity to kick it away.

"Boy, go back and practice for a few more years!" the big man glared contemptuously at the martial artists of the Wu Dynasty in the audience, arrogant.

"The victory of the martial arts master of the Liaoguo Martial Arts!"

The shirtless man looked around the field proudly, waiting for the next attacker, counting that he had won four games in a row, and only one more win would be rewarded with a huge reward of three hundred taels of gold.

"Come on, do you dare to come up and fight?" Dust Zhiyang waited for a moment and still had no opponent, and couldn't help but be a little irritable.

Several princes and nobles of the Wu Dynasty sitting on the high platform had unsightly faces, and since the fifth day of the martial arts competition, the good players of the Wu Dynasty have been defeated. A few days ago, the warriors of the Vortex Kingdom won eight games in a row, and today they were ridden on the head by another small country.

"It's a pity that the commander of my family's guards is not in Yongchang, otherwise these barbarians will be good-looking. ”

"This contest was arranged in a bit of a hurry, and it will take some time for my good men to arrive. ”

Several old men dressed in fancy clothes talked in a low voice, and Shu Jun, the king of Kokang County, who was sitting on the main seat, closed his eyes slightly, and his face was unwavering.

"Bell, bell!" Three crisp bells rang in a row, and since no one came to the stage to challenge, the referee reluctantly announced the victory of Liaoguo Martial Arts Master Chenzhiyang, who spat fiercely at the crowd of onlookers, and screamed loudly and loudly.

"Shame!" Shu frowned in the corner of the high platform and stomped her feet again and again, she looked around and saw that no one noticed her, and hurriedly took out a veil from her bosom and put it on.

"Little county lord, the county king ordered me to take you back!" Just as Shu Mei was tiptoeing into the room, a thick palm pressed her in place.

Shu Meijiao smiled: "Uncle He, what are you doing here." ”

"The county lord's daughter's body must not be in danger. He Mu Zhengse said: "What's more, you are not that person's opponent." ”

"You... Shu Meiqiao's face was slightly red: "I don't care, the face of our dignified martial arts dynasty is about to be lost in the past two days!"

She rolled her eyes and pulled Mu Yijiao: "Why don't you teach that barbarian a lesson for me with my uncle." ”

"This... He Mu shook the handle of the knife, glanced at Shu Jun who was sitting on the main seat of the high platform, opened his mouth and swallowed what he wanted to say.

The noisy whispers around him clearly came into Shu Jun's ears, and there was no joy or sorrow on his ancient face, but the anger in his heart was almost uncontrollable.

Suddenly, his brow furrowed.

"Uncle Fushun, I toast you!" Shu Jun smiled heartily, called the maid to bring a glass of wine, and took the initiative to get up and drink with the nobleman next to him.

The bloated Fushun Bo Guman was the organizer of this martial arts exchange, he hurriedly stood up when he heard this, tremblingly picked up the wine glass and drank it all, and the corner of his eyes paid attention to Shu Jun's expression from time to time.

Shu Jun sat down again, his expression extremely relaxed.

"Great! This fat man is going to suffer. Shu Mei cheered, no longer entangled, but quieted down to pay attention to the situation in the field, and his beautiful eyes flashed with excitement.

"The dignified martial arts are all cowards!" "Chenzhiyang carried the ghost-headed broadsword on his shoulder, with a look of disdain.

Soon, a figure floated down, and a voice came: "Alright, your victory is over." ”